This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1886 edition. Excerpt: ... Julia Caroline ripley Dorr. THE SNOW LIES WHITE. 53 WHA T MA Y BE. When the days are longer, longer, And the sun shines stronger, stronger, And the winds cease blowing, blowing, And the winter's chance of snowing Is lost in springtime weather; And the brooks start running, running, And the bee sits sunning, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1886 edition. Excerpt: ... Julia Caroline ripley Dorr. THE SNOW LIES WHITE. 53 WHA T MA Y BE. When the days are longer, longer, And the sun shines stronger, stronger, And the winds cease blowing, blowing, And the winter's chance of snowing Is lost in springtime weather; And the brooks start running, running, And the bee sits sunning, sunning, And the birds come, bringing, bringing, Such good news in their singing Of love and springtime weather; It may be--there's no knowing--That then, when buds are blowing, When birds are greeting, greeting, And all things mating, meeting, We two may come together, And find our springtime weather. Nora Perry. THE SNOW LIES WHITE. The snow lies white, and the moon gives light, I'll out to the freezing mere, And ease my heart with one little song, For none will be nigh to hear. 54 NIGHT-WINDS IN WINTER. And it's O my love, my love! And it's O my dear, my dear! It's of her that I'll sing till the wild woods ring, When nobody's nigh to hear. My love is young, she is young, is young; When she laughs the dimple dips. We walked in the wind, and her long locks blew Till sweetly they touched my lips. And I'll out to the freezing mere, Where the stiff reeds whistle so low, And I'll tell my mind to the friendly wind, Because I have loved her so. Ay, and she's true, my lady is true! And that's the best of it all; And when she blushes my heart so yearns That tears are ready to fall. And it's O my love, my love! And it's O my dear, my dear! It's of her that I'll sing till the wild woods ring, When nobody's nigh to hear. Jean Ingelow. NIGHT-WINDS IN WINTER. Winds! are they winds?--or myriad ghosts, that shriek? Ghosts of poor mariners, drowned in northern seas, A BITTER WINTER. 55 Beside the surf-tormented Hebrides, Whose voices now of tide-born terror...
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Add this copy of Through the Year With the Poets, Volume 2 to cart. $42.69, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2010 by Nabu Press.
